we Live you We love the paper and I did tell you that before. It just keeps getting better and better (but you're getting a bad attitude about your reading audience). Phoebe and Louise, "we love you" * * * *

, , Friendship by Gerry R. Reich Friendship is much ' Friendship is immortal ' i It is this Friendship that , | is Love i It is this Friendship that 1 offers Pleasure i i Friendship , though is more: | It may be Little i It may be ForGotten | It is, HATE and offers pain , Some people Cherish through High anc: |_QW i But; those who forget are lonelier than I Some poems express what is outside others still - show what is Real BUT This Oh This; expresses what Is and Hopes to touch those who FRIENDSHIP missed....

What? The first comprehensive evaluation of the spray irrigation method of disposing of sewage effluent, under study at The Pennsylvania State University for more than ten years, now is available in print. • • • •

Road Blocks Its a wonder why a college with a fairly large amount of Traffic Engineering courses and students enrolled in those courses isn't looking into the traffic problems" in Meade Heights. It's a serious question that desperately needs some constructive answers. People in the Heights are very aware of all this and they will be working with the Meade Heights Board of Governors to correct the situation. The growing community of students, children, and cars definately necessitates the initiative needed for a workable traffic department of traffic. A department in charge of setting up traffic lights at all intersections in the Heights and on the way to the Main Building, (no. 456?). It would involve a full set of traffic lights; reds, yellows, greens, and an assortment of arrows for left and right turns. In which case a WALK and DONT WALK light could be very useful. It would also be an advantage for children and pedestrians that value their lives too much so as to be killed ...

RICHARD M. NIXON HALL OF FAME COMMITTEE Dear Mr. Editor; We have the distinquished honor of being on a committee for raising five million dollars for placing a statue of Richard M. Nixon in the Hall of fame in Washington D. C. This committee was in a quandry where to place the statue. It was thought not wise to place it beside the statue of George Washington, who never told a lie, nor beside Franklin Roosevelt who never told the truth, since Richard M. Nixon could never tell the difference. We decided to place it beside the state of Christopher Columbus, the greatest new dealer of them all. He left not knowing where he was going, and upon arriving did not know where he was. He returned not knowing where he had been and did it all on borrowed money. Over 5,000 years ago, Moses said to the children of Israel. "Pick up your shovels, mount your asses and camels and I will lead you to the promised land." Now Nixon Ts stealing your shovels, kicking your asses, raising the price of...

A MISSING PORTRAIT His mind drifts like the leaves of fall tumbling thru the air while his innocent smile follows the path of laughter in corridors of my mind. He is the man who stops between steps and asks for a nickel, a dime, a piece of bread, a crumb, or a word that becomes lost in his years. But don't forget if he had died at the age of seven he would have been grieved, if at the age of manhood he would have been mourned, and if before his time forgotten; but Look he has grown old like a saint who greets you between life, old like an old man who offers you a smile free from the sockets of Time; his life alone reflects the confusion of corridors in our mind. John bartleby

AVIATION DAY by bf by bf Everytime I leave her "Help me" he cries in his mind, I ask why but no one can hear his cry. Everytime I see her I ask why They can only see his face "He's changed!" they say Why do I want to see her, "What's the matter?" they ask when she does not want to help. "Nothing" he says Why do I feel she needs me, when she does not come to How can he tell them? see me. HOW can ne ^yne neec|s them? I tell her of my worries . How does he ask for their help? as she has talked of hers. He can not ask them I tell her of my loneliness, for he fears rejections. as she has talked of hers. So, he just goes on .... He goes on being lonely. I go to her to help He goes on being silent. yet she does not let me close. He goes on writing shitty poetry He goes on writing shitty 'ads'. So, she leaves me alone and depressed, He goes on .... as she is alone and depressed, 'cause she does not let me help. * # * »

Wanted WANTED: One, two or three females willing to help a short-haired, semi-bearded male through the trials, and tribulations of college life and the bitter cold of the Middletown nights. Satin sheets on request. If interested see Bill at 925B Flickinger Street. • * * # To Bill of 925B Flickenger. Meet me tonight at 10 p.m. at the Meade Heights Bus Stop. I think I can solve your problem Signed, Silky the Pimp.

Boston Latin School, founded in 1635, is the oldest school in the United States. ipf^^/'iiiii Because its creation dates back to 1777, the flag of the U.S. is the fifth oldest national flag in the world.

7^e Tttcaictu&amp; by c. toder Each week I hope to publish in the C.C. Reader, a favorite recipe that is a product of a muchie raid in the kitchen. A prerequisite for these recipes are their succulent and tantalizing affect that they have on your taste buds. These recipes are designed to take into account those of you whose skills are limited when it comes to culinary feats. This week's tasty tid-bit is Peanut Butter Cookies. The ingredients are: V4 cup fat (like butter, margarine or shortening) V4 cup peanut butter (for those of you who are peanut butter freaks try using crunchy style peanut butter - it adds a dimension to the final product) V4 cup white sugar V4 cup brown sugar 1 egg (if you use small sized eggs add a few drops of milk) 1V4 cups of all purpose flour (sifted, but if you're lazy it's not all that necessary) % teaspoon soda (that's baking not club) V4 teaspoon baking powder V* teaspoon salt a few drops of lemon juice (optional, but it adds to the taste) Now...

BLOOD SHED ON C1MP0S! The week began as usual for most of us here at Capitol Campus, but by Monday afternoon the first of the signs and posters began appearing on the hallway walls. A group of sometimes boisterous student had begun to cluster around a table in Vendorville where they would remain for most of the week asking their fellow students, faculty, administration, and staff of the campus to join them in their effort and sign their petition. Word began to spread quickly - Thursday was to be the big day - everybody to gather in the T.V. Lounge and then go to the front of the main building - and the word was, 'from a reliable source,' that there was going to be bloodshed. There was no way it could be avoided , things had already gone too far to turn back now! There had been an article in the campus newspaper and the radio station was announcing it every half-hour , but by Wednesday things had quieted down somewhat. An uneasy calm prevailed. No one know what to expect. Thu...

To Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Fortune forced you from that so-called paradise; Misfortune keeps you silent on its vice: Your wife and children still must be Protected from the KGB. You risked all, even in your native land To champion human liberty and take a stand - Not only for your fellow citizens, But for all oppressed and troubled men. Few had your courage, few are As selfless as you were: Socrates, Confucius, Jesus - they have been, And martyred unknown men. Your cause was ours, and will be; Your victory is our victory. I from China, you from Russia are outcast; But tyranny will not last. Together we shall see - In Russia, China, Cuba -- mankind set free . And we will drink Mao-tai and Vodka in a toast to resurgent justice burning like sunrise from coast to coast. Shih-chuan Chen 1974 Man has divided into three All divided in life Blaspheme man has his misery Bless man has his generosity Meditative man has his preception and peace Yet each is a man My flesh counterpart link...

A Morgan Breeder John Greenall guiding Topfield's Distlefink enroute to blue ribbon at the Allen town Horse Show. The vehicle is an 1890 gentleman's morning carriage. by John Bradford Langdon Most Americans hold their week-ends in near sanctity, whether it be for football, hunting, shopping or working around the home. John Greenall is no exception. He breeds Morgan horses, refinishes antique carriages and runs a riding school, in addition to being a full-time business major at Pennsylvania State University's Capitol Campus. Every Friday at 3:05 p.m. John begins his journey to Thorny Hills Farms, his parents' farm located near New Tripoli, Pa. School has remained a four and one-half day occupation for him. Although the Greenall family has owned horses for about 20 years, John's interest in Morgan horse breeding and showing was not sparked until a Morgan horse farm started near his home nine years ago. Reminiscing, John said, "I started visiting farms all over and hung around ...

BENE! IMTHEOS ILOOfEIS by Terry Turnbaugh It was an exciting, needless to say, unusual flag football season. However, the besieging Bender Brothers baffled some opponents, as well as themselves, and regained the pride that is ever so present with their tradition. With the help of the hidden microphone in my quarterback's headband, I was able to look back on some of the stimulating plays and comments that inspired our team. Ah, those radiant moments! For instance, we were one point behind and we had possession of the football with time running out. It went something like this: Quarterback: "One, two three . . eight. We have an extra player - who is it." Left halfback: "Fred, you are supposed to come in on defense, (pause) I'm going to have to spend next week with him. I hope he soon learns to distinguish between offense and defense." In that same game, but a different series, I rifled a bomb to my left end, but it was to no avail since he stopped running after the pass. As he a...

X Dear Editor: It's three am. in the middle of a very rough night and I just found an old copy of the Reader underneath my mattress. My question: what happened to Agamemnon O'Brien now that will need him ? In arms, Elmo the Thud * * * * By Agamemnon O'Brien About the Author Agamemnon O'Brien is a poet, lecturer, author and educator. His first book of poetry, Squeezing the Rainbow - Tales of A Misspent Youth won him not only world-wide acclaim but an Honorable Mention at the 1952 North Korean Young People's Poetry Festival. As a lecturer, he has few rivals. At the 1961 Parsons College commencement exercises, Mr. O'Brien delivered his emotional speech, "The Bay of Pigs - New Hope for Prostitutes" and left, as the saying goes, 'not a dry eye in the crowd.' This critic was there. This critic agrees. However, one sees the true genius that is Agamemnon O'Brien in his prose. A Penny for Your Thoughts: Critical Approaches to Negative Thinking is not only factual, insightful and info...